daydreamt into a fantasy awoke in 1593 Will Shakespeare quoting poetry to fair-haired maidens, just like me "shall I compare thee
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
Have you ever just... watched someone eat? It's not such a pretty thing. Infact, it scares the hell outta me Cuz if you look closely while someone feeds
By Sam Spinelli12 months ago in Poets
Valentine's Day is crawling on me, but I am prepared, I'm ready to lead. I got the goods nicely wrapped, a lovely card
By Alex Torres12 months ago in Poets
You are so soft and so warm My safe place, my comfort space You never let me go, even when I need you to Everyday I tried to get away, but your warmth pulled me back in
By L.I.E12 months ago in Poets
Was it just my imagination there ain't no sunshine when she's gone? Well, it was good enough for me talk to me and tell me, what's going on
Exhaled in relief Though it is brief Bills are paid Worries fade ~ Waking up at dawn Working as a pawn Pay the bills
By Ann ☕️12 months ago in Poets
I do things that are harmful to me Because it feels good to me for a short moment But later in the day Sometimes even at midnight
Grumpy Old Joy Riders In a car filled with silence, where smiles have flown, Dad grips the wheel with a grumble and groan.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
I like to sink my body into my bouncy mattress, And indulge in the warmth of soft cotton sheets; I like to feel my head sink into soft, fluffy pillows,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
The Day London Bridge Fell down A trembling crack, a sudden shift, The river stirred, the heavens lift. No sound, no scream, no final plea,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
O Canada Our home and native land. True patriot love, not for your tiny, orange hands. With hockey sticks and curling stones,
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Do I ever feel old Not just an old soul How can I be so cold not to accept old, I'm an asshole ~ Okay, maybe not. I'm getting distraught
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
